The Princess and Her Rough-Rider Khan-Chapter 677 - 675 Cannot Let Her Go! (First Update)

Li Xianyun pulled the soft scarf higher around her neck to prevent those people from getting any ideas at the sight of her.

Both parties were approaching each other.

Li Xianyun saw that the group was mostly Han people, each tall and strong, with faces full of horizontal scars, and all looked at them with scrutinizing eyes.

As they passed by each other, Li Xianyun was thankful for having avoided the group when she suddenly heard the group’s leader say, "Stop."

Murong Ce reined in his horse.

The group, like a gust of wind, surrounded the three of them, and the yellow sand raised by the camels rolled with the wind toward the distance.

The leader was a fat, stocky black Han man.

He sized up Murong Ce, Li Xianyun, and Wen Yao before his gaze finally landed on Wen Yao and asked arrogantly, "Did you come from inside the palace?"

Wen Yao forced a smile and replied, "No, I just happen to have a fairer complexion."

The black Han man snorted coldly and looked at Murong Ce and Li Xianyun, "Remove your veils."

Li Xianyun looked toward Murong Ce.

Murong Ce gave her a knowing glance.

They both took off their veils.

As Li Xianyun removed her veil, an unusual silence fell around them, and someone couldn’t help but utter a gasp of admiration.

Such a beautiful woman indeed.

However, unlike his subordinates, the black Han man stared intently at Murong Ce and said lightly, "Brothers, this man is Murong Ce. Even if he turned to ashes, I would still recognize him."

The crowd took their eyes off Li Xianyun’s cheeks.

Their families had been killed by Murong Ce.

They had received a tip that Murong Ce had hidden deep in the desert, so they came seeking revenge.

One by one, they drew their swords and pointed them at Murong Ce.

Murong Ce chuckled lightly and said, "Your enemy is me. I will stay for you to deal with as you please; let these two go."

Wen Yao opened his mouth and called out, "Master."

Upon hearing that Li Xianyun would be let go, someone immediately objected, "She cannot be allowed to leave!"

After saying so, that person realized he had lost his composure and quickly added, "Anyone associated with Murong Ce is certainly no good person. She can’t be spared."

Murong Ce, riding on a camel, came to Li Xianyun’s side and said, "Since you see me as your enemy, then you know what my martial arts are like. Do you truly believe you’re a match for me with just this crew?"

His statement held some of the men at bay.

They looked hesitantly at each other.

But then someone who knew the inside story said, "Brothers, do not be swayed by his nonsense. According to our insiders in the palace, Murong Ce suffers from a head illness and vomits blood every day. He’s already a spent force on the inside, so there’s no need to fear him."

This statement resurrected the commotion among the previously silent crowd.

Murong Ce took out an Iron Fan from his waistband and said coldly, "If that’s the case, who will come first?"

His innate regal air naturally made people cringe with fear.

No one was willing to be the first to step forward, as nobody wanted to test the power of the Iron Fan.

Seeing this, the black Han man said, "Let’s all go at once, attack his weak spot, and he will naturally surrender."

That "weak spot" was undoubtedly Li Xianyun.

After his words, the crowd hesitated for a moment. They exchanged glances and, brandishing their swords, lunged at Murong Ce, Li Xianyun, and Wen Yao to strike them down.

Murong Ce swung his Iron Fan, and anyone who came close was slain on the spot.

Li Xianyun fired sleeve arrows, killing several men, but after the arrows were shot, she had no more weapons.

This time she had been captured suddenly and had not brought any poison with her. If she had poison, those men wouldn’t have been so arrogant.

After one round, many men lay dead on the ground.

And after the remaining men backed down, Murong Ce spat out a mouthful of pus and blood.

Seeing this, the black Han man rallied his comrades, "Brothers, Murong Ce’s chronic illness has flared up. Let’s all attack together."

Another wave of suffocating attacks began.

Murong Ce was already weak, and having exerted a great deal of mental energy earlier, he was now severely drained. Despite putting all his effort into wielding the Iron Fan, his strength had significantly diminished.

Murong Ce was soon wounded by the opponent.

A man thrust his sword viciously towards Murong Ce.

Upon seeing this, Wen Yao threw himself in front of Murong Ce.

The sharp sword pierced through his chest.

Murong Ce looked at Wen Yao in grief.

Wen Yao spat out a mouthful of bloody pus, lifted his eyes to Murong Ce, and said, "Young master, this servant can no longer stay by your side."

Murong Ce was deeply moved. When he was young, Wen Yao often called him that way, which felt very intimate.

It wasn’t until Murong Ce was appointed Crown Prince that Wen Yao changed the way he addressed him.

So many years had passed, yet in Wen Yao’s eyes, Murong Ce had always remained the same, his young master, whom he served wholeheartedly.

Murong Ce clenched his teeth and called out, "Uncle Yao."

As a child, he liked to call Wen Yao that way.

In the cold depths of the Cold Palace, it was Wen Yao who had been with him through those difficult years, never leaving his side; it was Wen Yao who cleaned his bloody wounds after being beaten; and no matter how he changed, Wen Yao was always faithfully by his side.

Murong Ce had asked Wen Yao more than once what his wishes were.

But every time, Wen Yao’s answer was "This servant wishes for the young master’s safety and happiness."

Happiness?

Wen Yao had been sold into the palace as a child and bullied by the senior palace servants.

If not for being ostracized and mistreated, he would never have been assigned to serve the prince whom everyone despised.

Wen Yao had never experienced happiness himself, yet he wished for Murong Ce to have it.

But how could Murong Ce ever be happy?

His birth was a sin, a symbol of unhappiness.

The first ten years of his life were spent in unsafe trepidation under the shadow of bullying.

After being appointed Crown Prince, his life was spent in deceit and treachery.

Having seen so much darkness and so much that was unimaginable, how could Murong Ce possibly be happy?

With great difficulty, Wen Yao managed a smile, then fell from the camel’s back to the ground, breathed his last, and died in the wilderness of a foreign land.

He left no trace in this world.

Murong Ce flicked his fan at the man who had killed Wen Yao.

That man’s smile vanished in an instant as his throat was cut, and like Wen Yao, he died stretched out on the desert sand.

The other men surged forward.

Murong Ce fought back while spitting blood.

He had no idea a person could have so much blood.

Murong Ce’s martial arts skills were formidable, but ravaged by a severe illness and weakened, he quickly fell from the peak of his abilities, and the wounds from being hacked multiplied on his body.

Li Xianyun, whom he was protecting behind him, was unharmed.

Seeing that Murong Ce was too resilient, one of the attackers aimed for the weak spot and lunged at Li Xianyun.

Murong Ce spat out a mouthful of blood, shielding Li Xianyun.

The blade struck Murong Ce’s shoulder, penetrating flesh and skin.

Murong Ce spat another mouthful of blood; his front was already soaked with it.

Animals become unusually excited at the sight of blood, and so do humans.

The group’s assault intensified.

Murong Ce knew he was certain to die today, but once he died, Li Xianyun would fall into the hands of these men.

What she would endure was unspeakable.